Vincent Luciano (P.O.V.)
What would you do if one day you woke up and learned that your life is about to end?
A lot of things, right?
One could name a few things here and there, but what if you were given an ultimatum by your very own mother dearest?
Such a brutal ultimatum that I could have cursed her a thousand times to the pits of scorching hell and still be pretty sure that the old fart would not even care at all.
Yeah, my father is a douche like that. Much worse than I am anyway. I could still feel that bitter taste of hate in my tongue as her words continue to resonate in my head
Flashback...
I had just gotten home from the restaurant. I could not get that Riley girl out of my head…much to my disdain. I felt sick to my stomach due to my large consumption of alcohol. Now that I was home, I could not wait to shower and go to bed. As I walked through the front door, and was about to walk upstairs, I heard my name called out.
I turned around, in source for the source who was brave enough to utter my name. Nah, I am only kidding, the alcohol in my brain has put all my brain cells to Nathaniel.
My name was called out yet again and I realized it was coming from my father's office. I sighed heavily and made my way to the office, opening the door slowly with caution just in case my father had already shifted into a dragon and was about to burn me to death.
"You wanted to see me, father?" I asked my father, Matteo, as I entered his huge office that I have envied for so long.
My father's office was spacious and had nice interior compared to mine and a guy could use some breathing space, plus a little artsy-shmansy stuff, you know? He was sitting in his ginormous mahogany table, scouring through papers that were cluttered on his desk.
"Yes, yes. I wanted to talk to you about something," he said, not looking up from what he was doing. How rude.
"Have a seat, Vincent." I walked towards the chair in front of his table and made myself comfortable.
"So, what is up, dad?" I asked.
With one last scan of his paperwork, he set it aside and concentrated his attention to me. He had this look that honestly made me squirm - just a smidge - as his light blue eyes drilled intense holes into the ones that were identical to his- my eyes.
Darn genes.
"We are going to talk about your lifestyle, son," he said sternly.
"Quite frankly I am getting sick of it, and it needs to stop now."
Oh, no. Not again...
I groaned.
"I have been through this before…quite excruciatingly, might I add," I said, and I made sure my annoyance leaked out from it.
"There is no way in hell I am going to tie myself down with just one girl right now while I am in my prime. That is crazy!"
It really was, and for years, my mother was just like a broken record, trying to get me to stop my "bang and ditch" lifestyle, but so far, she sucked balls at convincing me to do just that. The worst thing she did was setting me up with a blind date to some nerdy-looking girl, which in my defense, was just plain ridiculous.
Who does that to their own son anyway?
If she wanted to set me up with someone, at least, she had to be hot like... like... me, for example.
Yes, call me a freaking narcissist, but I do believe in the saying "If you got it, flaunt it."
Who could resist my intense looking light blue eyes, my raven black hair, my ripped and - ahem -, natural abs, hard pectoral muscles, family jewels that I am proud to say was packing a hefty goody, and here is the kicker - my talented hands.
So, I ask you again: could you resist this walking temptation?
Probably not.
My father sighed deeply, getting frustrated with me.
"Then you leave me no choice." I snorted.
"What? Are you going to ground me?" I would hope not. I was only kidding when I said that.
"I really do not want to do this, but desperate times call for desperate measures," he said in a tone that meant business.
Oh, no!
What is he planning now? Was he going to set me up on a blind date again? Please, God not that again, or... Nuh uh.
No way in hell am I agreeing to an arranged marriage either. That is freaking insane.
No, cancel that.
My father is freaking insane if he would ever suggest that!
"What do you mean exactly?" I asked warily as I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.
Sighing, he stood up from his leather chair and walked towards the window. He gazed outside with his hands behind him as he stood there in his crisp black Armani suit.
That is such a typical villain thing to do which could only mean he is about to do something horrible. I trusted my father a little, but I also hated him because he can be a little unpredictable sometimes in like the worst ways imaginable.
"Son, I am getting old, and you will be turning twenty-six in a couple of months. Soon you will have to take over this multi-billion dollar company and I have complete faith in you," he said in an all-knowing voice.
"Your mother has been pestering me to retire and you know I would follow those little legs of hers to the very end of the world."
Gross.
"Really touching, father, and that does bring fat tears to my eyes, but what does that have to do with your..." I paused and then did a poor impersonation of his deep baritone voice, "desperate times call for desperate measures."
Still looking through the window, he said something that broke my playboy montage into tiny pieces of deformed fragments, never to be placed back together again.
"You need to find a wife," he said, and my anger rolled off of me in plumes of fiery rage. I could not help but to stand up and shout bloody murder at him.
"What?!" I roared.
"Are you serious?!"
The fact that my mother knows her threat would not be taken seriously and now she is manipulating my poor father to enforce her threats is just very low. This is so unfair!
He turned around and faced my anger-head on as though it was child's play.
"I have never been more serious in my entire life," he responded calmly.
"If you cannot find a wife in the next six months, I will make sure to it that you lose everything; and I mean everything."
What the hell?!
How could he do this to me? To his own son and his only child…well not only, only child but for the love of God!
"Even my Maserati, too...?" I asked for confirmation.
I crossed my fingers behind my back.
Please, please, PLEASE let me keep my Maserati just in case I cannot find a wife...
"Yes, that too," he said, sealing my fate.
"Sh*t!" I hissed, not liking this situation at all.
"Who will take over the company if I cannot find a wife?" He grinned evilly.
That could not be good.
"I will have your brother, Nathaniel, take over."
"WHAT?!" I roared, my anger tripling to the high heavens.
"That f*cking sleazebag?!"
And he was, and damn right I hated my brother like I hated broccoli. He was an a*s kisser, annoying, and the biggest a**hole that ever graced this green Earth. To be very honest, I would rather die than have him sinking his grubby paws in this company. He would ruin what my father had worked so hard over the years; if he was going to take over if I fail, then, that is when hell freezes over.
Just then my mother entered the office. I guess she heard the commotion and figured that my father was breaking the news to me.
"Your brother is a nice boy, and he is not a sleazebag. Stop saying that."
I snorted.
"Yeah, right," I said sarcastically.
"He is nothing but a suck-up when you and mom are around, but behind closed doors, he is the devil incarnate." He waved his hand dismissively.
"I made my decision and that is absolute."
I could not believe it.
My life was over.
Kaput.
Done.
Finito.
This is such a rich person problem. I know that there are people who want to get married but cannot because they cannot afford it and here I am taking advantage of such a sacred event…but it is just that I know to myself that I am not ready for marriage. If I were to get married, chances are, it would only end in a divorce after just a few months, maybe.
This would mean no more screwing on the elevator, or on fire exit and late night fun on my table with some of the secretaries in this building; no more kinky role play with hot babes, no more strip clubs; the list goes on and on and the only thing that flitted in my perverted brain was... I am screwed.
"How could you let mom put you up to this?" I asked, gritting my teeth.
"When your mother suggested this change I thought it was amazing, so I went with it," he said happily.
I shook my head in disbelief and slumped back on the chair with a sigh. I never thought my parents were this conniving.
"You two are evil..." I said with a grimace.
As a response, he laughed like an idiot.
Prick.
"By the way, I want a grandchild okay. I want little feet running around and calling me grandpa."
I groaned.
I did not spend years making sure I wore condoms and also ensured that girls also did their part by either being on birth control or the morning after pill, to intentionally just get someone pregnant.
I hate my father.
So that was it.
The end of my playboy streak, and as any man whose life was about to end, I did it with a bang - Vincent style.
End of flashback…
"Take it off!" a hot brunette girl yelled at me as I strip teased to some raunchy hip hop song.
We were in the VIP room at a club in downtown Los Angeles, with a bunch of really beautiful women that my best friend, Liam, managed to snag along the way. We were all piss drunk; the drinks kept coming non-stop and right now, I just wanted to party the night away, no restraints.
"Yeah, Vincent!" Liam yelled as his arm was slung over to a blonde girl with big bre*sts, who was also eye raping me on the sly.
"Take it off!"
I smirked and proceeded to take off my tie then I began to unbutton my shirt slowly, teasing the life of my audience.
"You have to say please," I said teasingly, popping now the third button.
"Please!" a sexy ginger girl yelled, her eyes watching me in anticipation.
When my hand reached the last button, I slowly popped it out and in one fluid movement, I took off my dress shirt and flung it to the side, exposing my glorious, ripped body.
My fan girls screamed.
I just chuckled low and deep.
Damn, this was a crazy crowd.
I went to the table to grab my beer before I took a long swig.
"Hey, Vincent," a screechy voice said beside me.
With one last gulp of my beer, I glanced to see a blonde, blue-eyed girl who had been checking me out on the sly while I was strip teasing.
I smirked.
"What can I do for you, pretty little thing?"
She made eye contact with me and gave me a smile which I knew to myself had a hidden meaning. I know if it came to be I would be more than happy to oblige to her desires.
"How about if we take this party somewhere else?" she asked as she trailed her index finger slowly on my chest, descending south as she continued.
Huh.
Classic snaring move, but I was not complaining - not at all. I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. I pulled her towards me, which caused her chest to crush against my naked chest. When I looked down, her bulging cleavage had my hardened member twitching.
I could just imagine my tongue running between those sweet valleys.
"Why? Are you getting bored?" I asked her huskily.
Just then I felt someone kiss the back of my neck from behind and whisper in my ear, "Do you still have room for one more?"
With the blonde girl still wrapped in my arms, I turned around and saw something that made my eyebrows quirk.
Twins?
Really, now?
"She is my twin sister," the blonde in my arms said as she nibbled the flesh of my neck.
Double the fun then.
I grinned and let go of the blonde.
This was turning out to be a very fun farewell to bachelor life party, so I grabbed for my dress shirt and put in on, not bothering to button it up. As I approached the girls again, I slung each of my arms on their shoulders.
"Let us get out of here," I said with a wide grin.
This would be the perfect opportunity for that pole installed in my bedroom to be of good use.
Hell yeah!